I'm on meds for anxiety, panic attacks, and depression. I'm also going to cognitive therapy. I was doing really well after a few months on the meds and was looking forward to getting off them after, say, six months, when my brother died. I don't dare go off them now for at least a little while. Even with the meds I still had a few panic attacks after Josh died. I'm pretty stable now but I'd rather stay on the meds a while longer and be sure I won't go down that slippery slope again. I hate the idea of being on them for the rest of my life, and I don't think my situation is serious enough to warrant that. But I still hate the idea of being dependent on medication. If it makes life bearable, though, and makes it easier for me to climb back out of the hole and learn how to marshall my own thoughts and emotions, I'll use that particular tool as long as necessary.
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